It seems that now the Ming army is like a nail household, let you wind and rain, I will not move, but in fact, Wu Sangui knows in his heart that the initiative of the war is still on the side of Navabu Jasthanpur, after all, he is only 3,000 people, and the people are 70,000, if you really want to calm down, no one needs to fight with you, get up around, pinch your head and go to the tail to besiege for ten days and half a month, and starve Wu Sangui to death.

Besides, he also insisted on less than ten days and half a month, and the war in the Ming Dynasty could still use loyalty as the core of the condensation troops, but when he went overseas, he fought with his life, and it was all on par with the silver, and these mercenaries were still flickered by him from the left army, if the war did not go well, I am afraid that his head would also be put on a silver plate and presented to Nawabu.

So, he can't let Jastanpur have such a cool head!

Now it seems that this pig and pig battle is still very effective, provoking Justtampur is really a king's anger, lying in wait for hundreds of miles, and blood is flowing like a river! Although it is the blood of their Bengali army itself.

The range of the primitive musket was not comparable to that of the Ming army, so it was simply used as a war team, with two thousand muskets in the back, and teams of urban light infantry were forced to rush to the edge of the river beach, looking at the bloody corpses of the knights on the ground, while running, these unlucky cannon fodder soldiers kept screaming in fear.

When people are afraid, they are like getting together to find a sense of security, but this densely packed crowd happens to become a live target for the mercenary regiment of the Left Army, just so that they can take the new tactics they learned during the preparation of Tainan to the actual combat trip, just like shooting targets at the training ground, squinting at the panting light infantry, pulling the trigger and it will be over, the morale of the other party is so low, crackling a burst of bullets and bullets past, a phalanx fell twenty or thirty people, basically having to cry dad and shout mother to retreat back.

Even when the war went on at noon, a group of jungler bastards still made fun of killing, and a team picked the sharpshooter with the most accurate marksmanship to shoot, gambling on which unlucky ghost's head, which unlucky ghost's balls, and others followed the gambling and missed, pressing a bottle of wine, a pack of cigarettes, and the Ming army was smoky and smoky on the position.

But in this way, the blow to the morale of the empire is even more serious, and you are just a second dog who bends over and farms in the farmland. , or the three fat men who ran errands in the shop, trembling and being forced to go to the battlefield, walking your boss or the head of the field that farmed together suddenly exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the hot things sprayed you, what was your mood at that moment?

These forcibly conscripted citizen light infantry were simply tortured and driven forward, sometimes whoever stepped on the air stumbled or coughed, and before the mercenaries of the left army could shoot, the whole team of Indian native soldiers collapsed directly, crying and shouting and fleeing back, even if the muskets crackled behind them, and they would never go into battle again.

One inch long and one inch strong, the red-coated cannon shot from the elevation angle to the flintlock fire extended between 300 and 30 meters, it became a living line of death, and the Bengali army that paid tribute like a tide was also defeated here in waves, and the fierce battle lasted until the afternoon, and the corpses left between the military formations were as many as 2,000 people.

The fat and fat portrait of the pig's body of the cloth cloth is still hanging on the artillery position of the mercenary regiment of the left army.

Jastanbull was mad.

And what made him even more angry and frightened was that with his defeat, his control over the entire army also decreased.

"Report! Nawab, Mir. Governor Jabr refused to fight, Governor Danatan wanted to reorganize his troops, and the two governors of the southeast were also preparing for an attack! ”

Listening to the report of the little soldier, the terrifying earthworm pattern couldn't help but appear on the forehead of the Nawabu, and the eyes were almost popping out in the deep eye sockets, however, he was helpless for a while due to the passive slackness of several military governors.

The Mughal Empire is a feudal empire, the Ming Empire is a feudal unified empire, and the difference between three words can be 108,000 miles, just like the large and small tribes in Mongolia, these feudal cavalry, and the cavalry of the mining provinces are also obedient to their hereditary lords, a proverb in the Central Plains, the Hu people have no hundred years of national fortune, and it is also the sadness of this form of government, opening up morale, and the lords of all sizes can still work together to fight a bloody road, but when the benefits are distributed, the internal contradictions are so acute that they become the main contradictions, Let these greedy nomadic descendants go out of their way.

When the troops were not mobilized, his Wabu was still majestic and commanding, but everyone was mobilized, looking at the impenetrable musket array of the Ming army and Alpha, the corpses of thousands of knights, who would take the cavalry in his hand to fill in the cannon fodder?

In this case, it is clear that everyone is on the same page, and Wu Sangui has eight heads that are not enough to cut off, but at the critical moment, he just can't adjust the main force of his subordinates, this feeling of suffocation can be imagined!

The light infantry was sent to death, and the sun was setting more and more westward, and seeing the piercing pig-like figure, the successive rage finally swallowed the last shred of Jastanpur's sanity, roared, dragged the Damascus scimitar, and he actually strode towards the front line in person.

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Again, thousands of imperial light infantry rushed up with short spears like madmen in the cries of fear and despair, and the mercenaries of the Left Army, who had been gambling for a day and smoked cigarettes, were also tired of playing, and fired a few shots weakly, and more than seventy meters away from the trench, this group of light infantry was scattered as always.

But behind these cannon fodder, there was an earth-shattering roar, and suddenly turned over on the horse, wearing Central Asian leaf armor, wrapped in a bearded Persian cavalry, and the Turkic cavalry suddenly appeared in front of the mercenary group through the crowd, holding high the fine patterned steel Damascus knife, and charged with anger.

"Oh, I'll go!"

Ma Shixiu, who was lying on the trench with a little wine, directly turned over from the mound of dirt with a cleverness, and he didn't know where to find a musket, he was shooting with a gun, and roared angrily: "Shoot, shoot back, fuck it!! ”

was really caught off guard, some of the mercenaries who couldn't react forgot about the three-stage shot, and directly put the gun on fire, and the dense bullets hit it, and the main Mughal cavalry running wildly in front of them crackled and fell off their horses again. But this time, Jastanpur pressed the bottom of his box, the feudal knights of the central territory and his interests were tied together, Nawab personally pressed the formation, and the descendants of these Central Asian conquerors who conquered the subcontinent also fought to the death, and pressed forward desperately with amazing casualties.

Seventy meters, the cavalry galloped for more than ten seconds, and the second round of guns had just sounded, and these nomadic outlaws had already rushed to the front of him, and Ma Shixiu watched a cold and shining Damascus steel knife slash at his head.

But the mercenaries still have trenches!

The body shrank down, and the cavalry flew directly over the head, raised his head, and it happened to be another snow-white horse's belly over the top of his head, and as soon as the bayonet was safe, Ma Shixiu stabbed upwards with his hand, and in the screams of the war horse, the stinking and hot internal organs mixed with blood spurted out violently, and the Turkic knight above was thrown out for several meters, and before he could stand up, the third trench three bayonets were lowered together, and in the sound of fluttering, the fierce-eyed knight waved the Damascus scimitar twice in vain, and immediately collapsed to the ground.

In the central artillery position, watching the flag of the vice king of Bengal fluttering in the sky above the attacking team, Wu Sangui, who had been stunned for a day, also burst out with unprecedented light in his pupils, that kind of fanaticism is called ambition! Snatched his two-handed goose wing knife, and slashed at the head of a knight who was heading straight for the cannon, hot blood sprayed on his face, and Wu Sangui roared in an extremely fanatical rage.

"Up! this brute, we'll win today! ”

"A whole splendid and rich city is waiting for you to harvest! If you want to get rich, kill them all!! ”

While roaring, he brandished a big knife and slashed into the crowd, Wu Sangui's roar was as if he had turned on the aura of morale, and when he heard the wealth, those mercenaries who had crossed the ocean also showed bloodthirsty eyes, like a group of hungry wolves, and greeted them fiercely.

Finally ushered in hand-to-hand combat, but at this time, Navabu Jasthanpur was sad to find that the great Mughal cavalry across the subcontinent did not have an advantage, and it was even more appropriate to lose the upper hand.

Between the three trenches, the cavalry with good speed could not run at all, and the invincible Damascus scimitar was also the first time to encounter an unprecedented fierce enemy, more than an inch thick steel was beaten by the machine to one or two millimeters, the cold forging compressed metal defense is amazing, cutting leather armor cloth armor and chopping melons and vegetables like the Damascus steel knife cut on it, only a large piece of sparks popped out, but the bayonet placed on the flintlock pistol by the other party picked up, there had to be a strong imperial knight screaming off the horse, on the edge of the trench, The main forces of Ji Da, whom he was proud of, were picked to death in the trenches one by one, and the descendants of the conquerors of the world shouted in fear and retreated, but the red-eyed Ming people killed them like madmen and killed them out of the trenches, desperately opening bloody holes in the imperial knights.

The ferocious battlefield, the actual ruler of Bengal is also starting to chill!

Almost in a pleading tone, Jastanbull cried out in grief: "Let Mir. Jabr will send troops immediately, be quick! Otherwise, Bengali Suba will be finished!! ”

Before the messenger who could receive his order could run out, the huge battlefield suddenly resounded with earth-shattering cheers.

"Nawab is dead!"

"The barbarian leader is dead! Kill the thief and receive the reward!! ”

Under the incredulous gaze of Jastanbul, a bamboo pole provoked a head wrapped in a turban, full of beard, and before he could shout angrily, what frightened him happened again, how could the knight of the quarry, who had been knocked out, still have the heart to distinguish the real from the fake, as the enemy shouted in Persian, the Imperial cavalry at the front finally couldn't bear it, and cried and retreated.

Behind him, the cavalry hired by Lapjet, who had not moved, finally moved, but the target was not what he Jiading Stable expected.